She's No Good
Prologue
I took a deep breath, as I tipped the taxi driver, and stepped out.
This is your new home, Trinity.
The house was massively large. Not anything I’ve lived in, with my mother. But she was in jail now, so it’s not like it even matters.
My mom was a drug dealer. She would home late on days I needed her, and we ran out of food, very often.
But I got in the habit of stealing. And I’ve gotten caught.
Jail, even.
But that’s the past. And this?
Well, this is the future.
I live with my dad now. And his family.
Which I’ve never met.